Lord of Horns - The Screaming Woods

A choir of screams
Echo through the night air
A suffering symphony
A conference of cacophony
The souls of the lost
Forever wandering
Within this pathless forest
Wailing in a haunting chorus
A communal suicidal destination
An abysmal arboreal suffocation
By their own nooses
Strung up and swaying
Hang as bountiful as leaves
Off branches of twisted trees
Phantoms of the fog
Lead wanderers astray
Not to be found alive
Here, only the dead survive
A communal suicidal destination
An abysmal arboreal suffocation
In the hours of twilight
Listen for their songs
The souls crying out
From the screaming woods

Written by:
Vincent Cichinski

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